Love never betray us
But lover does.

There will be one day
When I will not be here
No one going to miss me, sure
Because I am not Shakespeare

But I have no regret
For not being famous
And I thanked to god
To gave me this times on earth

What I got in life
Is full of black without any light
But I am happy with this painful black side

I expected nothing
And never going to expect anything
Because, expectation is the most riddle maker
Without it I or anyone can go on better

It is true; I have spent my most of life
In company with- regret and sadness
It‘s true I have to spent my rest of life
In company with- loveless, loneliness

There was no-one in the past to hold me
From falling into the dark hole of life
There will be no-one in future for me
To light a candle in my way of life

I fell, I survived and I rose again
I overcame the gloominess of my life
If I fall again, I will rise again
Lone, till the end I will fight and survive

Creator sent me in this world alone
After done my work, I will leave alone.

We humans are born to die
We are mortal
But we have opportunity
To be immortal.

Beauty, money, pride, Fame
All at once will turned to dust
Only our work can immortalize our name
From thousand to thousand years.

If we work hard and work for good
Then we will be remembered as good.
Bad things also remembered
But with lots of hatred and angered.

Under the blue sky
Sitting by the sea side
Across the sea, setting sun
I have had you on my arm.

Around the open sky
Blowing the cool wind
Seeing the homeward birds
There were only two of us.

The waves were flowing
Waters were forth gushing
As the sea was deep
We were so in love and lips.

Still now all things remained similar
Only we have separated and dissimilar

As much as I am crossing the way of life
I am facing more problem,more pain
It seems to me like; growing up is a sin

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands